"Second Master!"
The singing in the room had only just ceased when a cloudlike coiffure filled his view. Madam Wang had been unable to restrain herself and hurried over—but Sun Shaozong was tall and broad, and his eyes could not shift sideways. Naturally, all he saw was that lofty coiffure.
She pressed urgently, "You said you were treating and saving someone. Why did you suddenly start humming a little tune?"
How was he supposed to know?
Besides, even if he did know, Sun Shaozong was currently like a clay statue or wooden carving. How could he possibly explain anything to her?
Still...
If he could make her notice something was amiss, perhaps there might be some unexpected progress.
No sooner had that thought crossed his mind than the coiffure bobbed back and forth, as though nodding. Then Madam Wang said helplessly, "Second Master is right. At present, this is our only option."
What did she mean, he was right?
He had not said a single word!
Sun Shaozong was initially baffled, but after thinking it over, he suddenly realized in shock that the flock of beauties around him had probably already fallen under Prince Yizhong's illusion spell!
No wonder he had first taken the initiative to attack Old Literary Youth, then stood blankly outside the door for so long, yet no one had noticed anything unusual.
Having figured that out, Sun Shaozong's estimation of Prince Yizhong rose another several notches.
At the same time, the fear in his heart greatly diminished—because judging from the abilities Old Immortal Yizhong had displayed, if he truly wanted Sun Shaozong dead, there was no need to go to such lengths to bewilder the women of Jia Manor.
That said...
With such abilities, seizing the throne probably would not be difficult, would it?
Especially now,